The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-07-09

night, no chance for rest or recreation, no opportunity to go out, and the children driving me nearly wild, while my husband cares no more than block of wood for all my troubles. o, I wish were free once more would" she broke off abruptly and leaned out of the window. "For heavens sake" she cried, excitedly, 'just look at that child May, come out of the road this instant, or you'll get a good whip ping. Dick Hayes, are you crazy? There's that child in the middle of the road, liable to be run over any mo- ment. A smart man you are to take care of children !"
 May was in the street running here and there, kicking at bits of stone and now and then stopping to dance, whirling, and twisting. and jumping like ballet dancer, while her father, on the walk near her, was pushing the baby carriage containing little Harry walking slowly-his eyes bent on the pavement, evidently unmindful of what was passing around him. At the sound of his wife's sharp voice he lifted his head, and for the first time saw Mays danger.
 "Come here, May, this instant !' he called quickly. But May stopped for moment only, ill her dancing, then whirling on her foot cast saucy, de- liant glance at her father.
 "May, do you hear mel" he said, sternly. "Come over here!" And dropping the handles of the baby car riage, he started rapidly towards her. May stood still for an instant, kicking the earth with her tiny shoes, then started to obey.
 At that moment there was the rattle of wheels, the quick tramp of horses feet, and before the child had passed half the distance to the walk, a horse attached to an empty, broken carriage came rapidly around the corner not dozen rods from her. The whitfietree of the broken carriage dashed against the horses heels at every jump. and half maddened with fright he was tearing down the street at a furious pace. To spring into the road and catch May in his arms was the work of an instant; but the horse was close upon them, and with shout Richard threw up his arm almost in it's face, thinking it would naturally turn to the right, but, on the contrary, the animal, in its mad terror, swerved to the left and struck Richard with full force. In an instant the iron hoofs and heavy vehicle had passed over his prostrate body, and at the next bound the wheels struck the baby carriage, leaving it wrecked about the helpless little form. It was all over in mo- ment-the frightened horse was dash ing madly down the street, and the three bodies lay apparently lifeless in the road.
 So suddenly had it all happened that Clarice and Eva had stood as if par alyzed with horror, then with quick cry Eva was out of the house and down the steps. Reaching the wrecked baby carriage she lifted her child from amid the debris. There was cruel gash at the back of the head, from which the blood was flowing freely, while the fair hair, the sweet face and dainty white garments were stained with the crimson tide.
 The beautiful blue eyes met hers in a dull glassy stare, there was quiver of the blue veined lids, quick gasp, and little form lay limp and lifeless in her arms.
 A crowd had rapidly collected and Richard and May were carefully lifted and borne into the house, while Eva, like one bereft of her senses, silently and mechanically followed, holding the lifeless form of her babe pressed closely to her breast.
 In the middle of the pleasant par Tor she paused and looked with wild horror stricken countenance from the pallid, blood stained face upon her breast to the unconscious form of her husband and child upon the sofa. Clarice came to her, passed her arm about her and tried to lead her to a seat. Slowly Eva turned towards her, then as she seemed to recognize the friendly sympathetic face, she cried out in tones of heart-rending agony, 70 Clarice, Clarice! I have murdered them! l wished myself free, and God has taken me at my word !"
 She staggered, threw out her hand blindly, and sank in dead faint in her friends arms.
 Through all that long, sad night she passed from one fainting to another, tasking all the skill of the medical attendants and the kind care of her friend.
 She would revive only long enough to recall the terrible accident, then with repetition of her first wild cry -"I have murdered them !"-would relapse into another fainting fit, only to repeat the same over and over, until at last, as the morning began to dawn, worn out with the fearful struggle. she slenf the sleen of uttar o,- hans4Saa